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Today I was recalling some awful memories.
Whether your life gives you beautiful memories or awful memories, we always remember both remembrances. Isn't it?
Eight years back, when I was in school, as far as I remember, I was in class 7. Holi festival always comes in the middle of my examination or 2-3 days before my examination starts. That year, Holi was in the middle of my examination. This is why my classmates always plan to play Holi on the last day of the Annual examination. When everyone was busy playing Holi outside my house, I had to lock myself in a room to study. I am always at ease with this isolated lifestyle. I don't have any neighbouring companions with whom I can play Holi. I never got an opportunity to play Holi with anyone.
Ultimately, the last day of my examination arrived. Before entering the examination hall, my classmates informed all the other classmates about the different colours they bought while I was listening from a distance. No one is interested in talking to me, specifically not interested in playing Hoil with me. As soon as the exam ended, all my classmates rushed downstairs and started to play Holi. I saw that every one of my classmates bought different colours like yellow, green, purple, and many colours. While every one of my classmates is busy smudging colours on each other, I was standing alone downstairs. No one is interested in giving me some colours, not even the littlest. I know my friend doesn't like me at all. Or maybe I do not belong to a rich family, maybe there was some other reason. I don't know the reason. I only know Holi is a festival of colour. Holi is about celebrating happiness with family and friends. People forget their troubles and indulge in this festival to celebrate brotherhood. In other words, we forget who our enemies are, who did wrong once upon a time or any bad memories and try to get into the festival spirit and create good memories. Holi is also called the festival of colours because people play with colours and apply them to each other's faces to get coloured in the essence of the festival. In India, People only write it in the essay to score good marks, but never do it in real life. They remember everything, the people they dislike, the people whom they never suppressed, the people with whom they never deal, during the festival as well as on normal days. Anyway, 15 minutes later, the whole downstairs was covered with different colours and a small plastic containing leftovers of pink colours. All my classmates left. I am still waiting for my school bus. Two boys were rejected like me. I don't know, my classmates never talk to those boys. They were the last benchers. Even I don't talk to them just like my friends do, unless some emergency. One of the boys picked up that plastic and took some colour, and threw it at me. He wants to give me some colours - those leftover colours. I move aside. Though I don't have friends, I do have some self-respect left within me.
I don't know if it's a lesson for me or just bad luck.
Sometimes I think it's a lesson.
Today, 10 March 2020, is Holi, and yes, this year I spent my Holi much better than in past years.
Lesson
Maybe a lesson or not.
🔗 https://theprismofperspectives.wordpress.com/2020/03/09/10/
🔗 https://medium.com/@EchoesofEverything/holi-without-colours-b2e341a952a0
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